What's love?
A faded photograph in an empty room,
Something that drove
Me to a darkened tomb.

Only warmth I  felt was in the womb,
What's left behind is broken and twisted,
Mother you left me too soon,
Now I'm left with the lukewarm,
Who-is-not I'm conflicted.

I sacrifice it all,
Just to be told that I won't amount to nothing,
From the same people that said they would love me,
No wonder, their voices feel numbing.

But the voices in my head,
The ones who keep company,
Tell me to walk down the avenues,
I reach the 19th, run into traffic, till finally...
I'm D...